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Alabama - Isaac Slaughter 2

different ones up to the last few years. But now I isn't able to
lift de meat and handle hit."

For many years Slaughter has been a familiar figure around
Bridgeport in his ragged clothing, stained with blood from his
butchering, and generally about ten or twelve dogs following him,
because of the blood and meat odor about him. Since he has
stopped butchering the dogs do not follow him as they did. He is
familiarly known as "Slaughter." Many people do not know that his
real name is Slaughter, but think he derived his name from his
profession as a butcher.

"What do you do now since you have stopped slaughtering?"

"Well, Missus, I jest raises little truck patches. I grows
all kinds of vegetables, and year before last I growed some cotton;
but dis last year I didn't grow no cotton. I don't use no plow for
to break my ground, but just digs it up wid a spade."

"How much ground do you have?"

"I trucks about three lots, and I wuz 'bout to fergit to tell
you 'bout my pigs. I raised me one pig for our own use and sold one
little pig, and had one to die. You see, Missus, I gathers up slop
at the stores ebery mornin', and one of my little pigs, I knows, got
a fish bone and got choked on hit."

"Do you own your own house?"

"My daughter, Tura here, she own dis place."

Tura and Slaughter live in a little four-room frame house, which
is painted white, trimmed in green, with flowers and shrubbery around
it. When you enter the house you go into the living room, which
contains an overstuffed living room suite, wool rug and floor lamp.
The walls are papered, and lace curtains, stiffly starched, hang from
the windows.

Slaughter's room contains a wicker living room suite, white bed,

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